It has been a long time since I last blogged and I wish I didn’t have to restart this year with a series of rants, but my emotions are really spiraling out of control.
Friends who are close to me, would know that I don’t talk to my parents a lot.
The past one month has been quite depressing for me because I have sent in several job applications to NUS but I was never shortlisted for a single position.
I decided to take a chance and applied to NTU and SMU as well.
I received a call from SMU one day and was invited to head down for an interview.
Unfortunately, with such a promising career on the line, I was extremely nervous during the interview and I personally felt that I didn’t do well at all.
I spent both my Christmas and New Year’s weeks waiting anxiously for the phone call to inform me that I got through the first round of interview, but unfortunately there was none.
However, my wait was not in vain, as on the third week after the first interview, I finally received an email inviting me down for the second round of interview. I tweeted about it and that same day, received all sorts of encouraging wishes from friends and followers. I felt really blessed to be able to get through the first round even though I honestly felt that I screwed everything up. I was determined to excel in my second interview.
Carrying high expectations of myself, I made my way down to SMU for the second round of interview yesterday. This time round, I maintained my composure and casted all nervousness aside. I was able to conduct myself quite professionally throughout the entire interview, and I felt that I did well. The only problem was that I noticed another female candidate outside the general office, and she is my only competition for the applied position. What are my chances? I guess it would be a 50-50 chance, it’s either her or me.
I am confident I did well for my second interview, and I am sure she did too. Afterall, the fact that we both made it through the first round would have meant that there was a desired quality in us that the interviewers saw.
Again, I tweeted about it and at the same time, also informed close friends about my progress. Nobody wants to watch me remain stagnant in my current workplace. My friends encouraged me to remain hopeful and pray for the best. To be able to make it through to the second interview, is already quite an achievement by itself, especially since nobody from NUS ever responded back to my applications.
I came home, and my mum asked me about the interview, to which I also replied confidently that I felt I did rather well.
Her response? In her exact words, she said I have “no hope” and no, she wasn’t joking when she said it to my face.
How much more discouraging can anybody get? I really don’t know, but please don’t ask me why do I hate talking to my parents.